The Wild Westfold
By: Lauthica Green Clinkenbeard
Chapter Twenty: Kisses and Connections
What few winks of sleep that I was able to get were enough for my head to clear the clouds in my mind but leave a terrible headache in its wake, however, it was unable to help me pass the pain of having Eomer torn away from me….by himself and his own actions. Seeing his gaze haunt me behind my closed eyes was an even greater mockery. I laid on my side on the blanket on the floor on the opposite side of Da's room. The fire had burned down to a few glowing coals and illuminated me in a feint yet fierce glow as red as a blood dawn. I held up my hand, gently grazing my own fingertips together. I could still feel his bare, dewy skin. I adjusted myself slightly on the blanket and a lock of hair fell onto my face. I clenched my fingers into a tight fist and I shut my eyes fighting off rage and suppressing the urge to cry. I could still feel his breath in my hair, ever inching closer to my neck. I felt his lips against my own. He was a taste somewhere in between the sweetest nectar and a forbidden, sour fruit. I silently slammed my fist against the floor while my other hand gripped the cloth of my chemise in front of my chest. I felt so empty, yet at the same time, so full. I felt as if all the weight of the White Mountains pressed against me. Was he as distraught? Was he suffocating as I was? That is the only constant I have grown accustomed to these past years. Love is a feeling much like suffocating. There is no air. There is no sun. There is no earth. There is only Eomer, and when there is no Eomer…..there is no happiness…..no joy….no sun, earth, or air.
I rose up to my knees and opened my mouth in a raging, silent scream of agony. My throat muscles screamed and burned from being strained so. I had put so much force into my cry that my stomach churned and I had to stop to cover my mouth to suppress the urge to vomit. I wrapped my arms around myself and leaned forward pressing my forehead onto the floor letting silent sobs wave through my body like a spasm as tears flowed from my eyes. What am I supposed to do? If he were a lowly guard or cavalryman I would have no qualms about sharing his bed, but he was the heir to the throne and one day he would be king. In the entire history of Rohan there has never been a question of honor for the king's bride. A queen, by marriage, was always chosen carefully from the noblest and ancient of bloods. They would never shower loyalty to a tainted, defiled wretch.
I wanted Eomer. I wanted every part of him. I wanted to reach through those burning eyes and dig my fingers into his soul. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to take me….to claim me. All that he was, he himself, was like the strongest pull of any force or instinct. But all the glory and responsibility that he was given by birthright and fate were like that of the bars of a cage that seemed to grow closer and closer together pitching my outreached arm crushing my bones. He wanted me to share his bed, maybe share ten, possibly twenty years of his life, hoping Théoden's health would hold, and then we would forever be parted. I was living out my grandmother's destiny. Which man would I be passed off to no better than an old, worn bucket? Grimwold? No, most likely a stranger I would not even see with my own eyes until our wedding day. I would rather slink away into the shadows and be forever forgotten than become a political tool like my mother.
My eyes widened and I sat up. I would rather slink away into the shadows and be forever forgotten than become a political tool like my mother! Ten years….twenty years….they were all better than no years. I rose to my feet quickly. So what if Eomer and I could never truly be together! Is trading honor and chastity for happiness and fulfillment such a devilry?
I glanced over my shoulder. Lady Da was sleeping soundly with her back turned. The hall had grown quiet some time ago as the last of the tipsy party goers retired to their rooms. Several of the storage rooms had been placed with blankets and pillows to accommodate for those far from home. I reached up and unbound my hair and ran my fingers through it freeing and tangles. I tip toed past Da still fast asleep in her bed and unlatched the door as slowly as I could. I opened it wincing as it gave a loud creak. I froze and looked back to Da but she did not stir. I stepped into the hall and closed the door gently.
Once I was far away enough from Da's door I ran as fast as I could down the hallway. I stopped when I rounded the corner and set eyes on Eomer's door. I spared a few minutes to catch my breath before I approached the door slowly. With every step that I took I felt my heart grow higher and higher in my throat. I felt flush, but as anticipated began to boil in my blood so did a growing fear. I knew from word of mouth what happens between a man and his woman behind closed doors, but I could not fathom the actual action for myself in practice. It all seemed so strange and messy, but then at the same time I suppose my instincts and animal nature would attempt to counteract the effects of my inexperience. Inexperienced isn't even a strong enough word to describe what I was feeling. My thoughts reeled imagining Eomer's bare flesh against my own. A burning tingle spread through me like a fever. I recollected back to the image of him standing nude by the tub. Only, my mind got a little carried away and when I imagined him turning around to face me fully I nearly passed out.
The excitement and fear quickly turned to nervousness when I saw the glow of light spill onto the floor from under Eomer's door. He was awake? Had he not slept? Or perhaps, not slept for long as I hadn't. I gulped and raised my shaking hand up to knock. I stopped and instead I reached for the latch. The metal was cool under my fingertips and it oddly calmed me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes trying to relax and appear confident. I lifted the latch and opened the door in a quick burst.
Eomer was sitting on his bed looking down onto his sketchbook with a stick of charcoal working feverishly on his latest project. He jumped slightly, startled by his door flying open, but once his eyes locked onto mine his face took on a look of shock. His charcoal fell from his fingers and the book tumbled to the ground as he stood up slowly from the bed. He was now wearing only a simple white shirt and his breeches. I thought for a moment that I saw a glimmer of happiness in his eyes. For only a moment I saw the glimpse of fire's flare in his eyes. Then his face turned grieved and he tore his gaze away from me and looked at his fireplace instead.
"Why have you come, Deya?" he asked. "I have shamed myself beyond forgiveness. You should scorn me and shun me. You should not have come….leave." He said and he turned his back to me and crossed his arms staring into the freshly laid fire. I lingered in the doorway for a moment and then stepped into the room. I closed the door and looked back at him. I saw his shoulders tense up when the latch clicked shut and he realized that I was inside the room. I crossed the floorboards on featherlight feet and stood at his side. I bent over and picked up his sketch book. It had fallen open on the page he was drawing on. I turned it over and looked upon the page. I smiled and traced my fingers over the parchment. He had drawn me in my crimson gown sitting on a table in the mead hall smiling outward onto the crowd. I closed the book and tossed it over on his bed.
I reached out and touched his right shoulder. He inhaled sharply, but relaxed his tension. My other hand pushed gently on his left shoulder turning him around. He did not resist but his eyes focused somewhere behind me instead of me, myself. I reached up and took his face in my hands. He hesitated for a moment but he raised his own hands and laid them upon my own finally connecting his eyes with mine.
"How can you look upon me so?" he asked. "How can you touch me? I cursed you. I named you masochist. I almost let you die eleven years ago. I hesitated in action against your father and scarred you. Then when I finally did act…." He shook his head. "I wore my emotions on my sleeves drifting up and down like a leaf on the wind. You are a manifestation of everything that would temp me and pride me and yet you are a warm and welcoming comfort that I cherish beyond my own life." He said as he moved one of his hands and caressed the back of his fingers across my cheek. His eyes glossed and his lips trembled slightly as he fought back his emotions. "Why have you come back, Deya? Why do you always come back?" he asked barely above a whisper.
"All the painful memories and woes of my past were not of your doing." I said. "You were always my warm and welcoming comfort. I should be the one asking questions. How can you look upon me with such passion? I am everything and possess all of the qualities that are frowned upon for a woman. My body is mangled and scarred. My soul is a ravenous beast begging to be ripped from this cage of the flesh. You deserve a woman of beauty and nobility. A woman who would wait for you here in the hall quietly. A woman who would rear your children and sit in the corner sewing and knitting. I can never be that woman for you….." I gulped for a moment as the words rose in my throat. Even I could not believe what I was about to say. "But I really don't care." I said and a smile spread across my face. "I have come because I want to accept your earlier invitation. It was wrong of me to jump to conclusions. I want to share your bed this night."
Eomer's face turned a shade of red more deep and bright than any other I had seen before. "No, Deya!" he said as he retracted his hand immediately from my cheek and removed my own from his face. He took several steps back away from me.
"I am sorry I was so unwilling in the hall before. Please, Eomer. Do not make me leave this room tonight." I said as panic rose within me. Had I taken the wrong action? Had I jeopardized the future that I wanted?
"You cannot stay with me tonight. I will not allow it." He said sternly. I felt my temper flare.
"It matters not to me whether or not you will allow it. My mind is made up. I am staying!" I said raising my voice and crossing my arms.
"I care not! I lost my self-control earlier and I withdrawal my invitation. You are no longer welcome in my room." He said taking a step toward me. I sat down on his bed.
"I am not leaving this room until the sun rises." I said sternly. He fumed and pointed a finger at me. He opened his mouth to say something but then he got a wicked spark in his eye. His hand lowered to his side and he briskly walked passed me toward the door. I stood up at once.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"If you want to stay in this room, fine, stay in this room. But you did not specify that I had to stay in this room." He said.
"No! You sneaky bluggart!" I said hurrying after him. He made it to the hall before I could reach the door and he slammed it shut. I quickly pushed on the the door but it would not move.
"I will lean against this door all night if I have to!" Eomer called out. I pounded my fist against the door.
"Open this door!" I exclaimed.
"Never!" he said back.
"I will break it down if I have to!" I yelled.
"Try!" he yelled back.
I was infuriated. I shoved all of my weight against the door but still it did not budge. I took and few steps back and then I ran and slammed against it. Nothing. I did this at least three or four times. Finally, when I slammed against the door I felt it move…..it moved very quickly. There was no longer any resistance against it and I went flying into the hallway. I groaned when I landed on my bruise. I looked up. Eomer was standing next to the doorway. I felt my anger explode as I stood up. I stood on my tip toes and got up in his face.
"How dare you! You did that on purpose! What was your goal? Seeing me smash my face on the opposite wall? I could have…." I stopped and looked at him. He looked absolutely petrified. "What is wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost" I said.
Eomer's eyes looked at me, looked behind me, and then looked back at me. He gestured his head for me to look behind me. I turned around and felt all of the color drain from my face. Théoden stood in his long night shirt with hair freshly ruffled from being roused from sleep holding up a candle to investigate the commotion. His facial expression was stone-like apart from his right eyebrow which was raised as high as the heavens.
I quickly moved away from Eomer and held my hands together in front of me bowing my head. I felt my entire face grow hot from embarrassment.
"Théoden King." I said as my mind reeled for any possible explanation I could tell him should he ask.
Théoden looked at me and then at Eomer. His eyebrow returned to its proper position. He sighed and I awaited his to pass his judgment. I would never see Eomer again after this night. Why can I not think through my actions?
Théoden said nothing. He walked passed us as if we were not even there. Now it was Eomer who rose an eyebrow. He looked at me and then at Théoden. Théoden stopped and turned around. He looked at me and then Eomer…and he winked at him and continued on down the hall and out of sight. There was absolute silence for several moments.
Eomer bust out in laughter and had to lean on the wall to keep from falling to his knees. His outburst startled me at first and then seeing him in such a humour I began to laugh as well. Eomer wrapped his arm around his stomach.
"I…..I can't breathe…." He said as he leaned against the wall and slid down sitting on the floor still laughing. He reached up and covered his eyes. I walked over to him and knelt down sitting on my knees.
"I have never seen you laugh like this." I said smiling at him. He lowered his hand to his lap and looked at me as his giggles began to fade.
"I have not laughed like that in a very long time." He said and he sighed and looked back down the hallway. I reached out and took his face again. I turned his head to face me gently. His expression softened and I saw the fire in the eyes flare when he stared at me so. There was something different in his eyes this time. His eyes lied to him. There was a fear and hesitation in his gaze. I could read all that he was thinking…and all he was holding back. His eyes drifted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes in a split second. I smiled and I moved one of my hands to his forehead running my fingers though his hair. He closed his eyes and exhaled long and slow borderline on a groan. His cheeks grew flush as I moved my hands down the sides of his neck. I let them stop and rest on his chest. He raised his hands to rest upon my waist and he opened his eyes looking down, stopping in a few keys places on his way up to re-connect his gaze with my own.
"Why….." he whispered. "Why do you infect me so?" he said and one of his hands traveled to the small of my back and pulled me closer to him. He spread his legs apart to allow me to get as close as possible to him. I was near flush with his chest. I leaned forward and touched my nose to his. He closed his eyes anticipating a kiss but I only smiled and giggled. He opened his eyes again a bit confused. I moved my hands to the back of his head working my fingers through his hair. My felt a devilish grin spread across my face. I leaned in to his side and let my lips graze by his ear.
"My dear Eomer, the only question you should be asking is, why am I not yet in your bed." I whispered and then I placed a featherlight kiss on his ear. I placed another kiss just under his ear on his neck. His hands that were resting on my back moved quickly and gripped my waist pushing me back until our faces were close.
"You do not realize the game you wish to play, Deya." He said staring into my eyes. One of his hands left my waist and he took a fistful of my hair and raised it up to his face. He closed his eyes as he inhaled my scent and let out a faint sound that I could only compare to a whimper of a pup. When he opened his eyes again his gaze pierced right through me. The burning tingle that crept across my flesh was being kindled and I felt my heart quicken its pace. If he could get a reaction so from my body with a single glance I wondered what else he could get my body to do. I felt the chains that had been wrapped around my heart for so long begin to rust and break. I felt a deep primal, growl grow in my soul. The beast was awakening…and she was very hungry.
Eomer's gaze left my eyes and traveled slowly down my neck and chest. He followed the curve of my hip and the outlines of my thighs. He released the lock of my hair and returned his hands to my waist. He then ran both of his hands slowly down the outside of my thighs to my knees and back up ever so painfully slowly to my waist. He did not stop at my waist and his hands ran up my sides and stopped just below my breasts. He looked at me, almost as if he was in a great pain but said nothing. His mind was still waging its war between right and wrong. I moved my hands from his neck down to his shoulders and stopped them at his muscular upper arms.
"What is it that you are fighting back? What is it that you wish to say?" I asked leaning my face in toward his. His eyes flickered down to my lips again before he gazed back at me.
"I have already said it." He said and sighed. "You have no knowledge of this game."
I saw the fire in his eyes flicker and then begin to fade. My eyes danced between one of his eyes to the other as worry invaded my mind and expression. I gripped his arms.
"No!" I said sternly. "I want this. You have my consent. Take me, I am your prize!"
"Deya, even the sweetest and most sensitive man who would walk about in daylight and walked hundreds of miles to pick his lover the rarest of flowers will turn into a carnivorous demon when the doors are shut and the sunlight withered. I am not known for being sweet or sensitive either. You are a maiden, are you not?" he asked. I didn't say anything but he could read it in my face and eyes. "I thought as much," he continued. "I cannot hurt you for my own selfishness." He said.
"I care not!" I said as desperation rose in my voice. "Hurt me, please! Tear me apart! I don't want just any carnivorous demon! I want your carnivorous demon! Please, Eomer, understand me. I want only YOU to touch me. I want only YOU to devour me." I reached up and took his face again caressing my thumbs on his temples. "I want these eyes of fire that burn my soul. I would care not even to be killed as long as it was by your hands."
I felt his heartbeat quicken within his chest as my words soaked in and fueled the fire that burned in his gaze. He looked at me and his eyes danced between my own eyes and down to my lips.
"You will not regret this?" he asked barely above a whisper. I smiled at him.
"Never…" I said.
Eomer acted quickly. One of his hands traveled to my back and pulled me into him rapidly closing the distance between our faces. Our lips parted at once. There was no long slow baby kiss of the lips this time. I felt his tongue flicker at my lips begging for entry. When he was graciously given access he let out a deep groan from his chest and his fingers gripped me. I cursed the thin layer of the fabric of my chemise that was keeping his skin from my own, but then I winced as his fingertips dug into my bruise. He noticed this and broke from the kiss and stared at me with genuine concern.
"What is it?" He asked with heaving breaths from our passion.
"Let's go into your room and I'll show you." I said trying to keep the fire flared between us. He let me go for a moment to rise to his feet and then he reached out his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet.
"Put your arms around my neck." He said. I obliged without any hesitation. He leaned over and gripped at my thighs lifting me up. He kissed me quickly before he walked back into his room and I buried my face into his hair and neck.
He carried me inside and crossed the room to his bed. He set me down and I let go of his neck. He shoved his sketchbook off the bed onto the floor and crossed back to the door shutting it. He looked back at me and stood for a moment taking the sight of me flustered and hot sitting on his bed waiting for him. He pulled the white shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor.
I felt my heart flutter like a bird's wings and nervousness crept its way back into my blood. My mouth felt very dry and I gulped as I stood up. I reached up a hand slowly to the thin cords of the front tie of the chemise. His eyes watched my every action. I tugged on the cord and the small bow became undone. I reached up my other hand to part the two cords of the tie and then I gently pushed the fabric down my right shoulder. Eomer gulped as well. I found comfort in the fact that he was just as nervous as myself. I pushed the chemise down my left shoulder. The fabric slid down my body and pooled on the floor. I was now standing as bare as the day I was born before him.
A great inferno engulfed his gaze as his eyes darted wildly about me taking in every detail of my form from the sharp angle of my hips to the peaks of the wisps of curls of my womanhood. He did not move or say anything and soon I began to feel very modest about standing before him so. Me modest? Had I disappointed him? Did my scars repulse him? I then understood that in times that this between a man and woman very few words need to be said, for his next action impacted me far more than any sonnet or poem he could have prosed.
He looked down and began to undo the ties of his breeches. The burning tingle that so teasing tickled at my flesh before was now a full-fledged, raging inferno. I was the observer now. I felt as if the seconds could not have passed more quickly as his shaking fingers fumbled with the ties. Once the ties were undone he loosened the criss crosses and slid the breeches from his hips and down his legs stepping out of them. He faced me…..and I think it is pretty obvious where my eyes drifted.
My eyes widened upon seeing it. I saw a wicked smile spread across his face at my reaction. Smug thing, wasn't he? His sex was much like him; tall and broad, and in its state of partial arousal it was all the more intimidating as well. He crossed the room to me and took my face in his hands bringing my lips back up to meet his. It was a softer kiss this time, with less urgency. When the kiss was broken he caressed my cheek and gazed into my eyes.
"I have desired you since first I saw you. I will not deny that it would be very difficult for me to stop should you have second thoughts so I must ask you, are you sure that this is what you want?" he asked.
Much like he had done before, I think it was my action instead that answered his question. I lifted my hands to his chest. I ran my fingers across his pectorals and then down his abdomen feeling the bumps and grooves of his defined muscles. One of my hands rested on his right hip bone while the other traveled…..a little lower.
His knees buckled and nearly gave way to him. He moved his hands from my face to my shoulder to brace himself and he shut his eyes tight and threw his head back groaning in approval.
"Yes!" He exclaimed opening his eyes. He looked down watching my fingers intensively as I ran them over the thin skin of his sex. I felt the warm flesh in my hands stiffen even more. He moved his hands down my arms slowly, caressing gently with his thumbs and then moved them back upward to my shoulders. His fingers traced up my neck and then he pulled me to him for another passionate kiss. I wrapped my hand fully around his sex and his knees buckled again and he half groaned, half growled against my mouth as his tongue circled the inside and fought for domination with my own tongue.
His hips instinctively bucked as I increased the fervor of my services on his sex and he leaned into me. I had to stop pleasuring him as well as break the kiss to put my arms behind me and catch myself on his bed. He wasted no time climbing onto the bed on his knees. He wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me pulling me to him flush against his chest. I could feel his heart pounding against my skin and I felt his sex rub the inside of my thigh.
"Kiss me." He commanded desperately. He had a hungerous growl in his voice as his eyes stared into my own with want and desire. I smiled at him and touched his face caressing him as if it were my last moments of life. I tilted my head and met with his opened mouth. His fingertips traced up my back sending chills down my spine. Our tongues met once again but this time I pulled a hair's length away from him and I placed teasingfully light kisses on his top and lower lips, back and forth, before I finally playfully bit on his lower lip and tugged it letting it go again. He smirked at me and raised an eyebrow.
"Do you think you have the upper hand of this game?" he asked pressing his forehead against my own.
"I don't think, I know." I said confidently parting my lips for another kiss but he stopped me.
"I will not let you defeat me." He said with another wicked smile. He adjusted his position so that when he laid me back down on the bed my head was now on his pillows. He straddled me and leaned down ravishing my neck with his lips. He moved upward and I felt him trace the tip of his tongue along the rim of my ear sending another chill through my limbs. He kissed down my neck and across my collarbone. Every few inches he would playfully nip at my skin and it drove me insane. I let my hands caress across his shoulders and back slowly as he worked his kisses down in between my breasts. He ran one of his hands still at my thigh, along my hip, up my side gently so as to not inflame the bruise again, and cupped my breast. He grazed his thumb over my hardening nipple and I gasped as my back arched on its own. He groaned when my body pressed against him and he lowered his mouth onto my protruding bud.
My fingers griped at his hair as his tongue swirled around my nipple. My breathing was growing ragged and I felt a tingling ache grow in my lower abdomen. His other hand that was resting on my hip gently spread my legs further apart. He caressed my inner thigh and then he moved his hand to my womanhood and pressed gently between the folds against the button of my sex. I completely lost control. He moved his mouth to my other nipple but his thumb continued to rub the nipple he left. His fingers gently moved around my button in swirls until they slid through my folds to my entrance. His fingers entered me and he started to move them and he hit something inside me that sent bursts of fire through my blood. My face and chest were growing hot and my skin was developing a dewy sweat. My skin trembled and my lip quivered as I let out another gasp. I pulled his face to mine away from my nipple and kissed him with a passion that I never knew I had. The kiss didn't last long for another one of his fingers entered me and I had to throw my head back into the pillows to gasp again. I had no idea how little I knew about my own body.
"Eomer…." I whispered between my heaving breaths. His lips returned to the area between my breasts and he moved his kisses down my chest and stomach. His hands moved as well to brace himself as he moved ever lower. His hair fell around his face and tickled as it traced along my skin. I let my hands and arm rest above my head and closed my eyes as the pleasure of his kisses boiled in my blood. I didn't think that it could get any better until I realized that his kisses were traveling lower and lower on my body. When he dipped his head in between my legs and his tongue slipped in through my folds I gripped at his pillows and cried out.
"Ah….ah…..ah…AH!" Little noises I never knew I could make escaped my mouth without censorship and with growing intensity. His hands caressed my legs, thighs, and hips as his tongue swirled around my button. I felt a great tightening deep inside me and I felt as if it would burst at any moment. Then, when he gently pinched my button with his teeth, it did. I cried out and felt my face twist up. I closed my eyes as my button and folds throbbed against his lips and tongue. Every spasm sent a wave of burning tingles across my skin. I gasped and my chest heaved in ecstasy.
His mouth left my folds and traveled back up my body quickly finding my lips. I embraced him welcoming the taste of his mouth. His own flavour mixed with that of my womanhood. It was an intoxicating draught. The beast inside me was ready to pounce with claws bare. He broke the kiss and he sat back on his heels. He gripped my thighs and moved them apart. He scooted forward and reached down with his hand to help position himself at my entrance. I felt the tip of his sex slid through my folds. Nervousness took me again and I reached out for him. He took my hand with his free one and he kissed the back of it. He stared into my eyes with a look of comfort to help ease my worry.
"Just relax." He said kissing my hand again. He leaned back down laying his weight fully on top of me. His sex slid inside further as he did so and stretched me. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but when I felt a sharp, acute twinge ripped through my abdomen and felt something pop inside of me I could not help but cry out from the pain and shut my eyes tightly, whimpering.
Eomer was now fully sheathed within me. He remained still to allow me to adjust, but he reached up his hand to my cheek and turned my face to him.
"Look at me." He said softly. "Look at me. Focus on me. It will pass. It will pass." He said and he started to leave soft peck kisses on my forehead and cheek trying to calm me. "Just relax." He said again. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes read concern again as he stop his kisses and caressed my cheek. I could see my reflection within his eyes again. I am not really sure what came over me next. Somewhere between the pain and the pleasure there was a new sensation growing. Not in my body. In my soul. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shoulders and I lifted my head up to kiss him. It was a quick, simple kiss and when we parted I moved my hand to the side of his face and gazed into his eyes.
"I love you….." I whispered. He stared back at me and a great smile spread across his face. He leaned his head down and kissed me again and then started to kiss my face and neck.
"I love you, Deya. I love you. I love you." He said it over and over again after every little peck of his lips. He leaned back on his heels and I felt his sex nearly break from our physical connection then he rocked his hips forward and thrusted into me. He moved very slowly, every gentle thrust still held a slight twinge of pain, but there was also a growing tingle that was slowly overpowering it.
It was such a strange feeling, him moving inside of me. Yet, I suppose my instincts began to take over and soon the pain was nearly gone and with every thrust I felt a familiar tightening in my lower abdomen. I looked back into his eyes deeply. We connected more than just physically. I was inside him as well. I was inside his soul. I was inside of his eyes and his heart. A place no other woman would ever conquer.
He gasped when I lifted my hips to meet his thrust and he groaned out in pleasure taking my hint to increase the speed and force of his actions. A dewy sweat was forming on his brow and shoulders. I ran my hands down his back and then gripped the cheeks of his firm, square buttocks. He groaned again and he leaned down and pressed himself against me as best he could without breaking our connection. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist to help him. He leaned back and grabbed my hips adjusting his angle before he laid back down on top of me and continued much faster and harder than before. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and buried my face in his neck kissing his skin. His hand gently caressed my arm that was still laying above my head and when his hand reached my own he interlocked our fingers.
His face and chest was growing red as his urgency began to rise. He quicken his pace again. The new angle he found was hitting a spot inside of me that made pleasure shoot up my spine with every thrust. We were both now covered in a full sweat and it mixed together on our bare skin as we rubbed against each other. It was a sweet putrifaction of the flesh. Nothing else existed around us. There was only him. There was only me.
He moved his hand that was on top of my own to brace himself for his growing release. He was starting to grunt a little bit too as he rocked his hips onto mine keeping his rhythm constant. I embraced him and held onto his shoulders. He buried his face in my hair and then started to kiss and suck at the side of my neck.
"Ah…ah…ah..ah..ah..ah..ah….ah…AH!" I cried out as my back arched up into him and my entire being flashed with light brighter than the sun. My nails dug into the skin of his shoulders.
"Deya…." He whispered into my ear. I had to close my eyes and hold onto him as my body was hit with wave after wave of pleasure much stronger and forceful than my earlier climax. When I relaxed Eomer leaned back away from me and held onto my hips as he continued to thrust. It didn't take long. Maybe six, seven, more thrusts before he gripped my hips hard and his face twisted up as he threw his head back and grunted. I felt him throb within me. He groaned and thrusted a few more times riding out his own waves of pleasure. His face relaxed as he laid down on top of me. His fingers traced along the side of my face and swept away a lock of hair from my sweat covered brow. He kissed me passionately again before he kissed my cheek and forehead.
"I love you," he said over and over again as he had before. He pulled himself out of me and rolled over onto his back. He pulled me with him so that I was half laying on top of him. I leaned down and kissed him again and then I laid my head down on his chest and kissed it as well. He reached out for one of his blankets and covered us. I moved so that I was on my side and he moved so that he was behind me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed the top of my head adjusting his own head on his pillow. I reached up and caressed his arm that was around me.
"Is this how it always will be, Eomer?" I asked. "When you go off into battle and return, will you lay me in your bed and hold me just like this?"
"Return from battle? There will be no battles for a while, I hope. I promise that I will be holding you just like this the night of the marrow, and the next, and the next." He said and chuckled. "I am already imagining the next time me make love." He said and he kissed the side of my forehead.
"We cannot make love every single night, Eomer. Someone will hear, or see me sneaking around or into your room and then what?" I said.
"Théoden…." he stopped to yawn. "Théoden didn't seem to have a problem with us. He…" he yawned again, "He looked pretty happy about it."
"I'm pretty sure he was still drunk." I said.
"It matters not." He said and he laid his head back down near mine. "I love you and you love me. That is all that matters." He said and he yawned yet again. Very soon I felt his arm grow limp around me as sleep took him. I sighed. Is love really ever enough? Is love really all that matters? I rolled over to my other side so I could watch his sleeping face. In thirty years will I still be looking upon this sleeping face that I loved? Or really, I should be asking, would I look upon this face inside of Meduseld…..or some farm shack?